The longer I keep a finished fic in editing hell, even when it’s already been edited several times these past months, the more reluctant I get in actually posting them
<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/72595356"><strong>A Typical Night in Las Casualonas</strong></a> (10455 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/SnoozerFestivities"><strong>SnoozerFestivities</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/QSMP%20%7C%20Quackity%20SMP">QSMP | Quackity SMP</a><br />Rating: Explicit<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: FitMC/Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw<br />Characters: FitMC (Video Blogging RPF), Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw, QSMP Ensemble<br />Additional Tags: Las Casualonas Nightclub (QSMP), Clubbing, Drinking, Drunk Dancing, Drunken Shenanigans, Drunken Flirting, Drug Use, Rainbow Jelly as drugs, Implied Consent, Making Out, Drunk Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Pet Names, Minecraft Mechanics, Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw Has a Prosthetic Leg, FitMC Has a Prosthetic Arm (Video Blogging RPF), Grinding, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Sexual Overstimulation, Daddy Kink, Barebacking, Creampie, Hangover, Aftercare, Morning After, Established Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Domestic Fluff<br />Summary: <p>Pac starts his night drinking in the sight of his island crush, maybe, with some luck, a little liquid courage, and a jelly or two, he might have a chance to do more than to just admire from afar.</p>
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I sleep at 6 am wake up at 11, jack off, sleep again and wake up at 2 pm, eat something, study a bit, jack off again, nap again, wake up at 9 pm, then non stop study until 6 and the cycle repeats until exam day
Domesitcation brings on a host of behavioral and physiological changes in affected species, including:
decreased aggression/fearful behavior
Increased curiosity and friendliness
smaller teeth and weaker jaws
Novel and more varied coat colors, esp dilution and piebaldism
smaller brains and reduced spatial reasoning skills, but increased social skills
changes to the endocrine system that cause increased sexual behavior including using sexual activity as conflict resolution and the ability to breed all year-round.
Bimbofication is a kink scenario in which the person being bimbofied undergoes extensive behavioral and physiological changes, including:
Decreased aggression, up to the point of forgetting perviously hostile relationships
Increased friendliness and curiosity in the interests of others
more "femminine" features including smaller, less angular jaws
changes in hair color, especially becoming blonde or developing novel colors like neon pink
"IQ Loss" or "Dumbification" in which complex logical reasoning becomes harder for the subject but social situations get a lot more navigable
A notable increase in Sexual Behavior, in terms of frequency, duration, number of partners, variety of acts and the use of Sex Acts as conflict resolution. The resolution to all their problems, really...
here is 2.5k words of pac whoring himself out in the qsmp sex discord as a playboy bunny :)
Pac normally has his camera focused on his face. As he reaches behind to zoom out just a little bit, he catches a glimpse of himself in the monitor and watches as a red flush runs down his body, meeting the soft pink of the tight bodice just barely covering his pecs, the fabric crumpled because it’s meant for someone more endowed than him, the snappy thigh-highs doing nothing to disguise the muscular legs covered in coarse, dark hair-
Stupid, stupid, stupid. This is stupid. Pac’s stupid friends sent him this stupid suit and now he’s legit going to show them all- and for what? To induce mass vomiting? He looks like an idiot. The private server was meant for fun, to get to know each other better, and Pac’s sure that as soon as he goes live in that voice chat everyone’s going to chime in with how dumb he is for actually putting on the suit and falling for their prank.
He shifts in his seat, his eyes lingering on the molded pink plastic with the white puffball at the end. His tail. The one part of the costume he hadn’t put on yet. Tubbo sent the ears. Bagi sent the bodice. Etoiles sent the tights. Cellbit and Roier pooled on the pink leather studded collar. But the tail was Fit. Fit scrolled through a website for toys, picked that one out specifically for Pac to wear, to put inside him. Because he wanted to see Pac in it.
And then there was the dildo. The stupid sparkly blue dildo.
That was, of course, a Mike special. It came with a handwritten letter in his other half’s handwriting and sealed with a kiss mark in Barb’s favorite lipstick shade. They had both promised to be in the call tonight.
The usual suspects would probably be there. Everyone who had helped Pac get to this point. But who else, he wondered? Would Quackity, Baghera, anyone, be intrigued by the voice chat full of people, a red livestream indicator next to Pac’s username? Would they be blissfully unaware of what they were about to witness, opening a discord call to see Pac moaning, flushed and embarrassed, dressed like a whore in his gaming room?
Three minutes to ten. He checks Twitch mobile, too afraid to open it on his desktop with his camera on, to see who’s live. Of the QSMP folks, only a few of them are live. Phil is in hardcore, Foolish is playing Valorant with Tina sitting behind him in person. That’s typical. One or two of them always keep to their stream schedules when they do these big events. Wards off suspicion.
Two minutes to go.
Before he can even think of changing his mind, Pac grabs the lube and the plug and coats his fingers. He's already stretched, just a little bit, but reaches around and whimpers while two fingers enter himself one final time, just to make sure he’s ready.
The plug goes next. The stretch is dull. He looks at himself in the monitor again. He giggles a little bit. He’s got a little puff ball tail, just like a real bunny.
Cute.
Sitting down is…a new experience. Pac had been dared once to wear a vibrating plug on stream, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Roier did it instead. Handled himself like a pro, although no one could figure out just why so many QSMP folks were in chat for an unrelated stream.
Shaking the memory out of his head, Pac tries to situate himself comfortably and get the finishing touches ready- making sure absolutely nothing will go wrong vis-a-vis exposing himself to the general public.
Tubbo’s already in VC. Of course he is. He set two alarms to remember to end his stream on time.
Pac joins, but doesn’t say anything, adjusting the wireless earbuds in his ears. He usually has his big headphones on, but opted to forgo them today for obvious reasons.
He waits. Cellbit joins the call. Then Mike. Everyone’s deafened. Once Pac starts streaming they’ll undeafen but stay muted. That’s usually how they do things on stream nights, with everyone talking in the text chat. Gives it more ambiance.
Roier, Bagi, Etoiles. The usual suspects. Fit. Pac tries not to let his eyes linger on that profile picture for too long. Felps joins, in a moment that both shocks Pac and sends a shiver down his spine. Cellbit. To his surprise, Quackity and Niki race into the call right as the clock hits ten.
No going back now. With a deep swallow, Pac maneuvers over to the “Go Live” button and does one last double check that all of his other windows are closed before pressing it.
He huffs. “Um- uh, hey, guys.”
A notification goes off. Pac glances to the text chat.
Hey, pretty boy
lookin’ good, pac😎
Awww how cute
“Um- yeah, hi! I’m wearing all the stuff- all the stuff you guys bought me, see?” Pac scoots back, pointing to the ears. Tubbo immediately sounds off in chat.
What about the tights
Pac blushes. “Um, yeah I got those on too, um- here, let me…” he pushes the chair around and stands, so the thigh highs are visible. His feet are still cut off, but he’s sure no one cares about that part.
What about my gift?
Pac gulps. Already? Fit wants to see…okay. Okay, he can do that. Yeah. It just means turning around, right?
“Um- Fit wants to see the gift he got me- do you guys want to see it?” Pac asks. A resounding chorus of yesses comes through the chat. “Okay, here it is.”
Awkwardly, Pac turns around, and the plug comes into view. He leans over, trying to stick his ass out and show it off without looking like a complete moron. From the notification sounds, it seems like he’s doing a good job.
“Looks good?” Pac asks. “It feels good, too. You did such a good job picking it out for me, Fitch.”
He pads back over to the computer to sit and look at the chat. “I’m kind of like- sliding, in the tights, you know? I think that next time you will need to get me some shoes. Some high heels, maybe? Okay, what’s next, guys?”
SHOW US YOUR TITS
^^^
that’s not a bad idea
Pac flushes all the way down his chest again. He toys with the edge of the bodice. “Really? You want to see that? Okay…”
The bagginess of the cups betray what Pac’s really got going on under there. Slowly, he pulls the top down, showing off two crown jewels that were a gift to himself- in place of the usual silver barbells, Pac’s nipples are decorated with pink rhinestone hearts.
The chat goes fucking crazy. He thinks he might even hear someone “accidentally” unmute to moan. Instinctively, Pac touches himself, biting his lip and hissing as he tugs on the little pink decorations and sends a pretty little sting all throughout his body. He pushes the chair back again, so that everyone watching can see the growing firmness in his crotch area that grows just from stimulating his own nipples.
After a second, he stops, his hands falling to his side with his tits still hanging out.
“Well, what else do you guys want to do?” Pac shrugs. “Hm, I wish I had someone here to hold my leash and feed me a snack. Does anyone want to do that next time?”
People immediately pop off. Pac giggles and gets up to set up the main event, with his back turned to the camera.
“Get a good look, cause we’re about to get on with the main show,” Pac says as he pushes his rolling chair out of the way and carries on a wooden one. He steps to the side and reveals the sparkly blue dildo sat on the wooden chair. “My last gift. Thank you, Mikey.”
Mike sends kisses in chat. Everyone else is just barking to see Pac fuck himself silly.
He kneels over the chair and gives everyone a perfect view of his plugged up ass as he grips the fluffy tail, moaning loudly (and somewhat performatively) as he wriggles the plug around, pushing it in tight just for good measure, and then slowly works it out.
“Look at that,” Pac says, holding the plug up next to the dildo. There’s a remarkable size difference. “I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Oh, well.”
He sets the plug on the table and reaches for his lube, letting a sizeable amount drip onto his fingers. He resumes his position on the chair and reaches around his backside, spreading the fabric of the bodysuit and bringing his teasing fingers to his desperate hole.
“I might ruin this pretty outfit you bought me, Bagi,” Pac murmurs. “Sorry.”
But he’s not sorry, not really, as three fingers dip inside of himself with ease, his moans wanton and deliriously hot, and Pac almost forgets about the ridiculousness of his outfit and the fact that he’s doing this in front of all of his friends and just throws his head back into the sensation- he’s done this far more times than he’d like to admit, desperate for someone to fuck him senseless, desperate for another hand-
Wait, he should be saying this out loud.
“I wish I didn’t have to do this myself,” Pac whines. “I bet any of you guys would want to come and have me to yourself, right?”
More notification sounds. That’s right.
“We’ll have to see what we can do next time we meet up,” Pac says, rambling nonsense. “See if I can get a soundproof hotel room and open up for visitors.”
He’s just saying whatever, surely, but…the more he thinks about it, it actually kind of sounds really, really hot. He grinds down on his own fingers at the idea of someone next door or in the bathroom to monitor while each member pays a visit to Pac’s hotel room and then just uses him, wrings him completely dry.
He has to pull his fingers out.
“I was gonna cum,” Pac says, panting. “Just thinking about what everyone could do to me. I wanna save that for my toy.”
He turns to chat. “What do you say? Should I face away from you so you can see everything, or towards you so you can see my face?”
The answer, surprisingly to Pac, is face forward. They want to see him fall apart. Roier even says that he’ll look beautiful falling apart.
Pac wavers. He’s sweating just a little bit now. He wishes he’d put on some makeup. He doesn’t really consider himself beautiful, or pretty, or any of those fancy words, but all of his friends seem to think otherwise.
“Oh-okay, sure.”
Back to the lube, Pac douses the dildo and makes a show of not being able to get his hand all the way around the shaft, dragging his hand up and down to make sure it’s thoroughly coated.
He stands up. Slowly. He hesitates as he bends down to find the toy behind him and line it up with his hole. Chat is remarkably patient with him, just wanting to see Pac make himself feel good.
Pac finds it, and starts to sit at a snail’s pace. He sinks down until the head is just starting to make its way in and whimpers. It’s blunt. It’s big.
The top of his bodysuit is still pulled down. Pac tugs at his little pink heart and lets out a loud, watery moan as the head pops in.
“Fuck,” Pac breathes heavily. He’s still bent in a weird position that won’t go away until he sits all the way down. Gritting his teeth, he rocks his hips a little bit and keeps pushing himself down until the pain starts, slowly, as everything has been, to blend into a little bit of pleasure. “Fuck, É tão bom, que dói pra caramba!”
He’s halfway down when the bulge pressing at the front of his bodysuit is starting to hurt from how bad it wants to be free, Pac’s sure if he looks down there will be a wet spot that everyone can see how much he likes this. He rocks again, inching the toy a little bit back out, a little bit back in, until he’s taken a few more inches, until…
He hits the butt of the chair. Pac shifts, scared he’s going to cum in his pants immediately after getting the dildo all the way inside of him. The way it snugly fills his walls so completely and presses up blunt and unrelenting against his prostate is agonizingly intoxicating.
Groaning, resisting the urge to get up and toss this bodysuit off so he can touch his cock, Pac grinds into his hand and slowly rises and then sinks back down.
The game is afoot, Pac riding the massive dildo with reckless abandon, gripping the chair so he doesn’t fall over. He doesn’t even have the brainspace to register the litany of Discord messages that he’s getting. This is the good part.
“Hng- meu deus, fuck, it feels so good, so full, please,” Pac cries out, moaning listlessly. “You feel so good, please!”
Who? Well, Pac knows. He’s sure everybody in chat knows too, knows who he’s thinking of and who he wishes was under him, pulsing and thrusting that huge cock up into Pac while growling unbelievably deep in his ear that he’s gonna cum, breed Pac like the little bunny bitch he is.
He grabs at his tits again, tugging at the piercings and bouncing on the dildo, moaning like a whore- Pac could get used to this, he thinks.
His belly starts to stir, that familiar pressure building up. Pac traces his hands down his face, mouth, neck, back to his tits. He bounces like a madman, chasing the high he knows is coming. He intentionally doesn’t say anything, though, he wants chat to be surprised when he-
“Oh, oh fuck, please, please-Fit, please!”
Pac snaps taut, thrusting forward into the air as he cums, hard, the thick strings of white breaking free of the bodysuit and dancing down his thighs, thoroughly painting the pink suit dark.
Earth starts to return to him. Pac opens his eyes and sees chat applauding, telling him he looked gorgeous, Fit sending winky faces.
Pac groans.
“I wish someone was here. I wish I could have someone here to breed their little bunny, you know?” Pac says. He squeaks as the dildo moves inside of him. “It’s so big, meu deus. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.”
Chat is asking to get a good view of Pac taking himself off the dildo. He inches himself up, whimpering the whole way, and catching himself on the desk.
“I think I did it a little too hard, guys, I have to go,” Pac says. “I’ll have to do this again sometime, huh? But I guess it’s t’chau for now.”
He signs off, turns off the desktop, and grabs the dildo off of the chair.
His phone lights up with a private message from Fit.
Aftershow?
Pac takes the lube, too, and races off for the bedroom.
oh god now i camt stop thinking about ccpac on a playboy bunny outfit .. /pos
he would look so cute on It all blushed and shy <3 i NEED to see that man whining and moaning loudly wearing that thing or something similar ☝️☝️
omg. thats cute. he should have a little tail plug thru a slit in the suit that he wags around until the ppl in chat make him take it out. and then sit on a big fat dildo that was a special gift from fit and cry as it stretches him out to the point that he has to cancel stream the next day cause he can't sit. he sends the sex discord cute pictures of his sore and bruised ass as he lays in bed the next day. everyone promises to get over there asap just to make it worse !!!
kicks a rock. okay here. theres no logic dont question ghe logic
Pac huffed before turning over in the hotel bed he was currently staying in. Beautiful, sinful Las Vegas shone outside the floor to ceiling windows. He couldn't sleep. It had been a wonderful day. Chock full of laughter and new memories. There was absolutely nothing that should have been gnawing at his gut but there was.
He turned over again before sighing deeply and sitting up. Bringing his knees up to his chest, he curled into himself by wrapping his arms around his shins.
The colored lights of the city inched across his sheets as he simply stared down at the lonely expanse of his bed. He didn't want to be alone but meu deus, the things that he wanted from the person he wanted to be with were unholy.
Keeping himself calm all day had been a chore. Fit was… he looked too good. Strong laughter, that bright smile. It was nearly too much to bear. Pac had no idea how he had made it through the day without exploding.
Fit had been so casual, touching his arms and shoulders. They had bumped into each other in crowded hallways as the rest of the server members at the meet up brushed past them. Laughing. Oblivious to the tension inside of Pac.
Fit hugged him like he never wanted to let go. Pac wanted to punch something.
There was pressure building in him as he simply continued to stare down at that damn hotel blanket. The last night of this stupid trip. Tomorrow morning he would be on his way back to his home. All alone. He slid off the bed before he even realized what he was doing. His phone's dim light told him it was two am.
He texted Quackity.
what room is fit in
uhhh 253 i thjnk why
nothing dw thx
???
Pac couldn't be bothered to respond. All he could do was slip on pajama pants and leave his room to its deadly silence.
Fit's room was easy to find but it was locked. Of course it was locked. This was a hotel what had Pac been thinking.
But unfortunately, or thankfully depending on how you looked at the situation, it wasn't a keycard lock. It was a simple lock and key which meant…
Which meant a paperclip on the ground turned into a paper clip being bent and turned into a keyhole. His breath was heavy and loud in the silence of the hallway but the click of the door was even louder. It swung open.
The room was nearly identical to his own. Soft blue walls made the environment and this situation itself so much more calming than it should have been. At the end of the hallway was the openness of the living room and double doors. Pac settled his hands against the cool wood of the doors and took a deep breath before pushing them open.
A king sized bed didn't even take up half of the room but it was all Pac could focus on. Or rather the man laying out on the bed that he couldn't take his eyes off. He was facing the opposite wall but the defined muscles of his back were more than enough of a distraction. Every step felt like a hundred until hours later, or maybe a blink of an eye, he finally reached the bed.
Fit wasn't awake and the fact made Pac hesitate. Was he really about to do this?
As Fit rolled over in bed the blanket pooled around his hips, just barely revealing the deep lines above his crotch. If Pac hadn't been already ready to jump his bones that would have done it.
He leaned over the bed, his hands sinking into the soft mattress as he got close to Fit's face.
"Fitch. Fitch." The "tch" syllable slid out in the whisper, even stronger than normal. "Fitchie," he hissed louder, reaching one hand up to shake the man's shoulder.
His eyes flew open as he bolted up, nearly knocking into Pac's face. "Pac? What? Are you okay?"
Pac hesitated, his gaze sliding down Fit's body unintentionally. "No. I'm not okay. I need help."
Fit sat up further, gathering the blanket in his lap with one hand to cover himself. "I got you. What do you need?"
Pac hesitated again, staring into Fit's concerned hazel eyes. Guilt twinged in him for making Fit so concerned over nothing but the overwhelming feeling boiling up inside of him pushed that aside. "I need you.”
Fit's expression stayed the same. “I'm right here.”
“I need to ride you.”
Fit's eyes instantly darkened as his mouth fell open in surprise. "You're joking," he said in a timid voice.
"No, I'm not," Pac said more confidently, raising his leg up to swing it over Fit and settling into his lap. Fit settled back against the headboard instantly, still looking up at him with amazement.
"Please?" he let the neediness he was feeling bleed into every corner of his tone. "Please."
Fit's hands came up to grab at Pac's hips, dip under the fabric of his pajamas. "Yes. God, yes. A million times over, yes."
Pac grinned, a growing warm feeling thrumming in his chest. He took Fit's face gently in his hands and kissed him. Fit kissed back so sweetly that it almost felt like they were on cotton candy skies instead of in a hotel in Vegas. Almost. The hard bulge pressing against his own kept him present and in the moment. Pac kissed him harder, slotting their lips together trying to push in as close as he could possibly get.
Fit grabbed desperately and blindly up, before getting his hands in Pac's hair. Pac smiled against his lips, dipping his body in closer, pressing them their bodies together.
They were gasping and panting against each other lips between kisses, desperate for breath but more desperate for each other.
Fit broke off the kiss with a gasp, hands still threading through Pac's hair. "Wait, how did you find my hotel room?"
Pac giggled. "Shut up." He pulled him in by the shirt to kiss him again.
Fit groaned, his hips bucking up into Pac as he twisted his fingers in the strands of his hair and pulled. Pac couldn't stop the loud moan that escaped from his lips and the tears that pricked in the corners of his eyes.
“You like that hm?” Fit murmured against his lips.
“Shut up,” Pac repeated.
Fit laughed and Pac could feel it in the rumble of his chest.
They kissed again. It felt like the culmination of something that had been building for months. Pac ran his hands down his own pants, trying to shimmy them off. He pulled back with a wet sound, maneuvering awkwardly around on Fit's lap to shuck off his pants.
Fir groaned, deep in his throat, throwing the blankets off. He was completely naked and Pac had never been one to make a huge deal out of dick size. In his few flings with men that he had over the years, it had never been a point of focus. Less about the size and more about what they did with it. But his head began to swim as his heartbeat thudded against the quiet gasps he was letting out. “Meu deus,” he breathed, not able to tear his eyes away.
Fit laughed awkwardly and it was the hottest sound Pac had ever heard.
“Not bad?”
Pac's mouth dropped open ever so slightly as he stared at Fit. “Not bad?” he repeated incredulously. “You…you…” he struggled to find words. “You idiot.”
Fit laughed again, the nervousness bleeding out of his tone. One of Fit's hands slid down out of Pac's hair to cup his cheek as he pulled him close to kiss him again. Fit's mouth was warm, lighting up every single nerve inside Pac's body. Distantly they both heard fireworks and giggled into each other's mouths.
“Who the fuck is setting off fireworks?” Fit asked, his other hand releasing Pac's hair to trail up his thigh.
The motion threw Pac's brain for a loop. Fit's hands were so warm and so distracting that he couldn't help but lean into it. He kissed him again, harder, biting down on Fit's bottom lip as the man tightened his grip on Pac's thigh. Snaking his hand around, he grabbed Pac's ass digging his fingers into the flesh. It was so much fucking hotter then Pac had expected. He melted into Fit's hands while sucking the man's bottom lip into his mouth.
Fit squeezed tighter, pulling his body close until their dicks were rubbing against each other. It had a sinful feel to it, skin dragging against skin as they groaned into each other's mouths.
“I don't know what to do,” Fit said, muffled against him. “I've never…”
“I'll help,” Pac reassured. “I'm assuming you don't have any lube?”
Fit pulled back, spit dripping from his lips to talk better. “No. I don't. Do we need to get some?”
Pac shook his head. “I've done without.” He lifted his hand up to drag over Fit's lips, gathering the spit before pushing them into his mouth. “I just need you to suck.”
Fit complied, with surprisingly obedience and Pac realized as a giddy feeling rose in his chest that Fit liked being told what to do. As soon as Pac was satisfied with the amount of spit quite literally dripping off his fingers, he pulled them out and dropped his hand between his legs.
Fit's eyes widened, pupils darkening impossibly as Pac spread his legs as far as he could teasing his wet fingers around his hole. Pac's eyes were laser focused on Fit's shifting expression as the man glanced between Pac's dick and the single finger he began sliding inside of himself.
It felt heavenly. It had been a while since Pac had hooked up with anyone and this was Fit. It was a dream come true.
He moaned and Fit's eyes darted up to his face immediately, hungry and wanting. He smiled smugly as he slid another finger in. “Good show?”
Fit nodded immediately, moving his hands to run over Pac's thighs. “Yes, fuck. God, you look fucking beautiful. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to keep quiet or…” he trailed off.
“You can talk,” Pac said in an amused voice.
Fit groaned low in his throat. “Okay, okay. God, you're fucking gorgeous. I've always thought you're gorgeous. I mean you could have fucking anybody you want and.” He whistled. “You're here,” he said it softly, like a whispered prayer. “You're here with me and you're absolutely stunning and you sound so pretty and I want to fuck you so bad.”
Pac flushed stronger and stronger with each word out of Fit's mouth, struggling to keep his attention on the task at hand. He slipped a third finger in as his hands trembled, just trying to stretch himself out. His cock was so hard it was flushing the same dark red as his face and Fit seemed fascinated by it. Hesitantly he hovered one of his hands over it. “Can I touch you?”
Pac whimpered barely able to form any comprehensive sentences in English and nodded.
Fit let his hand fall the whole way down, carefully wrapping his fingers around Pac's dick, his thumb slowly rolling over the tip.
Pac groaned, a deep guttural sound that he wasn't aware he was able to make as he desperately stuck a fourth finger inside of him. The stretch burned. He had never taken more than three but after looking at the absolute monster between Fit's legs, he had a feeling he would need it.
Fit kept talking, kept murmuring endless praises but Pac was already too fucked out to understand half of them.
“Now. Por favor, por favor, por-” his voice was trembling.
Fit looked strickened for a moment. “I don't have condoms. I didn't think I would be getting laid on this trip.”
Pac whimpered. “I don't care. I'm clean. I havent slept with anyone in months.”
“I mean… I am too,” Fit admitted. “But are you sure?”
Pac keened as he leaned into Fit, who was still stroking his dick. “Sim, sim. Por favor, você-” he cut himself off. “Pleaseeee.”
“Fuck. Yeah, okay, Pac. Okay.”
Pac smiled at him through the tears beginning to prick in his eyes. “Obrigado.”
Fit gently pulled Pac's hands away to lace his fingers through the other's. It was sappy and overly too sweet and Pac was loving every second of it.
“C'mon, c'mon,” Pac whined. “Fuck me. I need you.”
Fit nodded, eyes going wide. He removed his hand from Pac's dick to place both hands on his hips. With a bit of shifting, they had Pac positioned right over Fit's cock.
“Ready?” Fit asked with a gulp.
Pac just nodded, shoving away Fit's hands to lower himself down. One inch. Two. Three. Pac lowered himself down torturously slow, enjoying the pure lust and desperation in every inch of Fit's expression and body language.
Fit groaned, his voice sounding deeper then ever. “Fuck, Pac. You feel fucking perfect.”
Pac couldn't help the whimper that escaped his lips at Fit’s words and at the final hit of his hips against Fit’s. His eyes rolled back in his head as he grabbed Fit by the shoulders and kissed him. It was sloppy and messy. All tongue. But Pac couldn't bring himself to care when he was getting everything he ever wanted.
Fit tightened his grip on Pac's hips and lifted him up before dropping him back down.
Pac gasped, high pitched and desperate. “Fitch,”
“Sorry, sorry,” Fit muttered half muffled. “I just wanted to hear what sound you would make.”
Pac moaned as he kissed Fit harder, rocking back and forth to get deeper. To have Fit's cock fully inside of him, stretching him out. There was no chorent English words left in his head as Pac let moans fall from his lips like the rush of water over a tall cliff.
“You sound fucking beautiful. You sound like a goddammn angel,” Fit grunted, thrusting his hips up.
Pac whimpered, as his body felt like it was being split in two. “Por favor, porfavor.”
Fit quickly slid one of his hands down between their bodies and started to pump around Pac's cock. “C'mon, baby, c'mon.”
Pac groaned, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as his gut turned. “F-fuck. Fitch, I'm… fuckkk.”
Fit's attention narrowed on him even more. “Are you gonna cum?”
Pac shook his head, the tears falling down his cheeks.
“Talk to me.”
Pac put his hand on Fit’s chest, pointing at him not even able to get the words out. “You.”
“You want me to cum first?” Fit asked in an amused tone.
Pac nodded desperately.
“Okay,” Fit groaned, digging his nails into Pac's skin. He thrusted up easily despite the fact Pac was fully on top of him. “Won’t be hard, god you’re fucking beautiful.”
Pac kept his hips still as best he could, letting Fit fuck into him over and over as his breath got heavier and heavier. His thighs clenched, body trembling as he came hard. Pac finally let himself relax, body collapsing as he came, cum painting Fit’s stomach and chest.
“Desculpe,” Pac breathed out, only apologizing for the mess nothing else they had done.
Fit laughed, deep in his chest and Pac felt the rumble in his own body. “Don’t apologize. This is an expensive hotel I’m sure they have plenty to clean up with.”
Pac was glad Fit understood what he meant, even as his words failed him and his eyelashes fluttered. Fit picked up him up ease, getting him gently off his dick and close to his chest as he stood. “Let’s get you in a bath and cleaned up yeah baby?”
Pac hummed in agreement allowing himself to relax down into the soft albiet sticky surface of Fit’s chest.
Okay so the last post i made got flagged and hidden by tumblr (which i would love to know BEFORE i went to sleep thinking people gonna see it while i'm asleep) so this is attempt number two.
Dear anon that send me an ask a month ago requesting this, i'm so, SO sorry for for not doing it earlier. Job realllyyy sucked out any power to draw anything for this blog. I'm not dead, i'm just a victim of capitalism 😔
pac on a leash 🎉🎉 did you know they make little harnesses for bunnies to be walked. just a fun tidbit ::::3 maybe fit and mike should take their bunny to a nice field and let him frolick before tiring him out in. Other Ways.
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yeahhhhhh i think fit should pull on it tight and make pac gasp for air and whine and moan while mike is four fingers deep in him trying to see how absolutely drenched they can make the sheets before shoving his face in his mess and fucking him for hours until he falls asleep (each time he starts to get drowsy before they want him to they give the leash a good tug and make him gasp and sputter and whimper
they should fuck him in the middle of a picturesque serene Disney ass flower field with butterflies and shit and all you can hear is the gasping of pac trying to breathe around the leash as he and fit for lack of a better term, fuck like rabbits
mafia au fit should get pac pregnant i mean whattttt who said that
no no no cause i was just thinking
like after everything's settled down and pac and fit are something resembling a family and they're getting ready to send ramon to college and big emotions are happening and they decide to start looking at houses. big enough for them and the two kids, close enough to the pancakes (who they still work for, just more out of a love for the job than out of debt payment)
and they're so giddy about the prospect of finally moving on to something bigger and better that they (maybe even accidentally) forgo the condom that night.
cue the most enthusiastic unprotected marathon sex. when pac gets too tired after riding fit for an unbearably wrong time, fit flips them over easily and takes to fucking his cum even deeper into pac, as deep as it can go, taking pac's breath away as he gets fucked completely dumb
and then everything's done for a while. things are trucking along until pac feels the telltale signs. he fucking knows what a pregnancy feels like, this ain't his first rodeo. he has to resist the urge to vomit all over the pancakes' car as he stumbles into a corner store for meds and a pregnancy test that he shoves in his pocket to use when he gets home.
and when it's inevitably positive, he starts to panic the way he did with richas, but then...stops. he actually has no reason to be panicked about this at all. he and fit had discussed having more kids before, it was just something that they thought would happen after the house.
fit finds pac pacing in the kitchen with a mixture of excitement and anxiety, and finds himself presented wordlessly with the positive test.
and he immediately lifts pac in the air, pressing kisses all over his face and neck. and they have a little chat that blows by all too quickly cause fit is itching to throw pac over his shoulder and take him to the bedroom
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